Reincarnated as an Evil Harem God-Chapter 19: Pointy Ears?!

The entire battlefield was a mess. Blood pooled in dark puddles, soaking the earth beneath twisted limbs and lifeless bodies. The air reeked of iron, and the scent clung to everything like a curse. No matter where one looked, the ground was littered with corpses, the mangled remains of thugs and mercenaries sprawled across the land. The sight resembled the aftermath of a brutal war — yet it wasn't an army that had torn this place apart.

It was just one man.

One man and his blade had carved this twisted masterpiece, if you could call it that.

"I might have gone a little bit too berserk here..." Sylvaris muttered to himself, scratching his cheek with a sheepish laugh. His voice broke the unsettling silence that had fallen over the battlefield, his words feeling oddly out of place in the aftermath of so much death.

He scanned his surroundings. The horses were long gone, the scent of blood having scared them off. Even his own carriage had vanished, no doubt dragged away by the terrified beast that had once been tethered to it. The mess he'd created had left him stranded and alone.

"Great... just great." Sylvaris let out an exhausted sigh, dragging a bloodied hand down his face. "I could go back home, but... yeah, like they'll welcome me with open arms after all this..."

His gaze drifted across the endless bodies again. He didn't regret the bloodshed — they came for his life, after all — but there was something unsettling about standing alone in a field of corpses. The silence gnawed at him, an eerie reminder that this wasn't just some casual brawl.

"Ugh... where the hell am I even supposed to go now?" He scratched the back of his head in frustration. Truthfully, he had no real plan. The king wanted him to join the trials, but Sylvaris knew that was just an excuse to send him away — a way to get rid of him before his growing power became too dangerous to ignore.

He exhaled sharply and started walking, unsure of where the road would take him.

"Whatever... once I return to the kingdom a year from now, I'll either come back as a hero or a demon..." A crooked smile twisted his lips. "Both sound pretty damn good to me."

With that, he kept walking down the lonely path, crimson-stained boots leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Time crawled by as Sylvaris walked along the dirt road, his boots scuffing lazily against the gravel. He had already covered quite a distance, choosing to travel alone for now. After all, he had only just regained his memories, and there hadn't been a single moment to test out his new abilities or adjust to the reality that he had spent seventeen years in this world without taking advantage of the countless beauties around him.

If anything, that was the greatest tragedy of all.

"I just want to live a life surrounded by beauties," Sylvaris grumbled under his breath. "Touch boobs every day, get my dick cleaned whenever I need... but where the hell is that life? How long do I have to wait for it?!"

He let out a frustrated sigh, dragging his fingers through his hair as if the wind might carry his sorrows away.

"But hey... I do have good looks." His mood shifted instantly, a smug grin curling at his lips. "Hehehe... I was already handsome in my past life."

There it was — his ego flaring once again, completely blind to how ugly he once was.

"But now... now it's even better." His fingers traced his jawline with exaggerated pride, his grin widening. "I think with a little practice, I could pull any girl."

For once, he wasn't entirely wrong. His current face was sharp yet delicate, blending a masculine charm with just enough softness to make women swoon. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and the faint trace of arrogance in his eyes only added to his appeal. He had the kind of face that made noble daughters whisper behind their fans and made tavern girls abandon their work just to steal a second glance.

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Sylvaris smirked, his confidence swelling like a balloon.

"Yeah... they'll be eating out of my hand in no time," he muttered smugly. "I just need to figure out how to make those second princess boobs mine first... Hehehe..."

The woods began to thicken as Sylvaris ventured deeper, the twisted branches curling like gnarled fingers overhead. The occasional howl of wolves echoed in the distance, but instead of feeling uneasy, Sylvaris grinned. Of course he did — twisted freak that he was — secretly hoping one of those wolves would leap at him just so he could practice his swordsmanship.

"EEEYAAAH! NOOOO!"

The scream rang out suddenly, sharp and shrill, cutting through the forest like a blade. The kind of scream that made your skin crawl — and yes, it was definitely a beauty in danger. How cliché... Seriously, this is what the author came up with? Out of all the possible scenarios... really? Ugh, anyway... moving along...

Sylvaris gripped his sword tightly. The sound came from the east... judging by her voice, she's close. I can still make it in time. He moved swiftly, weaving between the trees with impressive speed. After all, he was a gentleman — at least in his mind — and how could a man like him ignore a damsel in distress?

It didn't take long before his gaze locked onto the scene ahead. A pack of wolves, their fangs bared and claws tearing at the earth, pursued a young woman. Her curves were... well, exactly what you'd expect. Round in all the right places, her chest bouncing with each desperate stride as she sprinted for her life. But there was something else... something that caught Sylvaris's eye.

Wait... are those... pointy ears?!

His thoughts stumbled as realization hit him. An elf... a living, breathing elf. His mind raced with excitement — meeting an elf had been a dream of his for far too long, and now here she was, being chased down by a pack of wolves.

Sylvaris's grin widened, the kind of grin that would make any sane person take a step back. His sword flashed from its sheath, and with a wild gleam in his eyes, he bolted after the wolves.

Elf!